Before the city awakens, when the light slowly paints the dark blue horizon, that’s when magic happens. To think of how many mornings we end up not witnessing this wonder makes me wish to miss more sleep.
What is your favorite time to practice street photography?
Photos taken early this morning on the banks of the river Rhein in Duesseldorf.
There was a winter tree above me on the Brooklyn bridge where a black bird flew overhead crying loudly, or was there?
Day 80 of 365~
Are we living in a time where up is down and down is up? Has our value system transformed beyond recognition? Has the fine line between good and band become a highway?
Isn’t it time for a reset? Or has it already begun?
Day 50 of 365~
Image taken in Limburg an der Lahn
Today’s dwellings are in and around time. Stories of our lives follow a time line running through today between yesterday and tomorrow. As much as we want to touch and be in tomorrow it is always out of reach today. And so is every story incomplete because time carries it through to tomorrow. The human story never really ends does it?
Day 31 of 365
Images taken on New York bridges
We can sometimes as humans feel the weight of the world as events unfold around us, shudder at the uncertainty, fear the onset of darker days on this planet, but despite it all, hope lives. Even when just a tiny spark of well-being pushes us on to defy the darkness with light, the dream of a better tomorrow never dies.
Day 30 of 365
Image taken on the Brooklyn Bridge, New York
Two fantastic workshops had, a gazillion steps walked, reconnected with old dear friends, one bagel eaten, a couple of New York slices enjoyed, new restaurants discovered, museums visited, and the awesome vibe of NYC felt…
Now I can sigh and fly home.
Day 28 of 365
About to board my plane a little richer with experience and good feelings.
I have been in Mandalay less than a day and have already been enchanted. Almost everything reaches and yearns upwards to the skies here, the temples, the birds, the monks, the chanting, and the spirits of the people. After a magical sunrise journey this morning, I am blissfully eager to travel into my second day of wonder.
acculturation
In the big city you metamorphose to a city dweller as a first rule for survival. You wear your hard armor, your “I don’t give a damn” face and your “I own this place” walk to avoid the city from churning you and spitting you out. I always loved watching people sleep in the subway because I got to see their soft side, their human side.
pearl necklaces
Some experiences remain etched in our minds not because of their importance, but sometimes because of their simplicity. I was riding the roosevelt island tram one evening (you know this strange red cable car that crosses over at 60th street to the island), and next to me sat a beautiful old lady in her 70’s. She said hello and then she said “pearl necklaces”. On seeing my puzzled face she went on to say: “the bridges, they are so beautiful at night, don’t they look like pearl necklaces?”. Since that evening, I can only think of pearl necklaces when I see a bridge lit up at night as the Queensborough bridge was on that evening. That lady had the gift of seeing beauty and art in everything and she left me so inspired.
the daily escape
Out of about 4 million people found in New York City on a given day, only about 1.6 million are local residents. Most of the rest are travelling back and forth in and out of the magical island.
